Rye Neck High School - Scraps Yearbook (Mamaroneck, NY)

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HOOFBEATS The little town of Corteze lay serenely sleeping 'ncath the glittering stars of the desert sky. Two blinding flashes followed by shatter- ing roars smashed thc solitude. Two crashes roared back an answer. The clatter of horse's hoofs along the dusty road died away in the distance. A dusty cowboy sat gazing thoughtfully at a huge poster that reflected his bronzed countenance. His thoughtfulness was due. no doubt, to the inch tall letters, 3'l410,000 Re- ward Dead or Alive! He carelessly drew from l1is pocket the makins and rolled himself a cigarette. He smoked calmly for a few minutes more, and then with a defiant cluck to his horse sped down the dusty road with a clatter of hoofs growing fainter and fainter in the distance. With a price of 510,000 on his head he should have been careful, but he wasn't. He rode defiantly and carelessly into the quaint little town of Losenge, hitched his horse and ambled into the dingy saloon. His pli- able figure was resting nonchalantly against the bar when a heavy hand was placed on his shoulder, 11 silver badge flashed before his eyes and a gruff voice in his ear said, Got you at last eh. Bill?y' He swung about and went for l1is guns but it was too late. Don,t try to Billy, it ainit safe. Come on peaceful likef' Stripped of his weapons he could do nothing else. His careless freedom was being infringed upon by iron bars! He, the rider of the trail, a prisoner! Sunset. Two horses hitched to the rail before the sheriff's office. The sheriff from Corteze was ready to start back with Billy. The journey of eighty miles had begun. Billy was on his way to be tried. Twenty miles of the journey were covered before the sheriff decided to call a halt for the night. Camp was pitched, a fire built and coffee set to boil. Slipper over, the horses were tethered out and the men set themselves to sleep. That is the sheriff went to sleep, but Billy was planning for his escape! The sheriff slumbered on all unconscious of Billy's hand stealthily seeking the key to the handcuffs. At last, a tiny piece of metal, a subdued click, the manacle dropped from his wrist. He was free! He arose softly and drew on his pants and chaps. He crept slowly to the staked horses and threw the saddle over his own bay. Re- leasing the sheriff's animal he slapped it re- soundingly and watched it race down the level road. He went back and emptied the guns, appropriating two for himself and rode slowly off. He raised his voice, Hi sheriff, hi! The sheriff awoke with a start and saw a flashing figure pounding down the road, He swore softly. then shouted. but to his cars came back only the pounding of a h0rse's hoofs. Robert Hains OUR TEAM SCORES AGAIN By Harold Harriott It is the last moment of play And the game in progress Is very exciting indeed. Yea! Rah! Rah! Rickety-ax-c Shouts like these Permeate the tense atmosphere. o-ax ! Team! Team! and ever team! I cannot say which team Is playing harder. But it is only for the moment. One goal will end the battleg One mistake will cause a victory pause The ball is in the air, VVinging its way Toward our goal, Having left the Captain's hands Silence: Then One long cheer Resounds through the gymnasium And informs the spectator That one side Is exultant in victory. Which side? one asks. The answer Home Team! Is lost in the din. Hains: Look out for your balloon tires, mister. Motorist: VVhy, what's the matter? Hains: There's a fork in the road aheadf Page Twenty-three

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WHISKERS AND BALDNESS To the Maluaroneck Playhouse I jour- neyed one evening, not so very long ago, to see an exciting cowboy thriller, Ah! how llly heart beat with joy anew, as '1'0lll Mix first 0211110 into view. His head was crowned with a superabundance of lux- uriant hair, his face was as smooth and his colnplexion as clear as tllilt of any little scllool-girl. Truly, he lllllSt have used Palm Qlive. At tllat lllonlent, however, a large man entered and occupied the seat directly in front of IIIC. Instantly I was transported frolll a Plfilllll of boundless joy to the sordid, uninspiring realities of life. The man was bald, as bald as the llloon. The llllll light was reflected hy his head, and altllollgll it did not shine in llly eyes, I was decidedly llncolllfortahle hy the nearness of his hairless head. On second inspection, I noticed tllat he had a thick, stubby, black beard. Well nigll llllll0SSllDlC to sllave his face clean! 'Where hair was not desired, there it grew, where it was sorely needed, it obstillately refused to grow. The incongruity of it all almost sickened me. Wlly', I asked myself, ill this country of geniuses, is there no Illllll Wll0 can devise a rellledy for this palpable defect of male beauty. I, lnyself, can give no practical advice, bllt lllost likely there is someone in this wide, wide world, perhaps among you. wllo can change this sad state of affairs. My lll0St foolish advice is tllat Congress should pass a bill to come to the succor of the bald lllilll. It might read sollletlling like this: , To all lIlU.lC citizens of the United States alld Dependencies: After .Iuly lst, 1929, all men over 18 years of age will be required to Sll2lVC their heads, and let their beards grow to a lellgtll not less than one-half incll. The penalty for any infraction of this law is five years in jail, or ten thousand dollars fine, or both. Worse laws than this have already been passed, and therefore, 1 have not yet given up hope entirely. Ladies and gentlemen, please let it be known right here and now, that I aln not ridiculing the bald man. Far be it frolll me to do so. Only recently, a hair specialist informed lne to my great consternation, tllat I will be bald before I am 30 years of age. However, a ray of hope still shines in my troubled soul. A nledical man, of high stand- ing in this thriving community stated. after a thorough physical exalnination, that I will not live to be 25 years old. These words, as you can readily perceive, were a great re- lief to IDC. Before I close, I would like to say that I can now cheerfully pass on the happy news: The Good Lord always provides for his children. Alld, I Zllll please.l to say, it looks as though he has not forgotten ine. Lincoln Belluscio HOMES EVERYWHERE Everywhere one looks there SCCIIIS to be a new developlllent, fllll of houses ready for sale or rent. Soon they are filled and every- one is content, not only the people therein but also their free boarders. Free boarders? How and why? I see you are sllrprised, bllt stop for a lnolllent and consider! Hulnans aren't the only ones wllo require shelter and lodgings, tllink of all the inllabitants of the air and then the underworld. They, too, have their worries of llolnelife bllt when tlley have selected, just as people do, tlleir llolnes, tlley llllly be in the chimney,--QOh, no wonder our fireplace doesn't workj, or in the eaves,-fSo that was the noise the otller nightj or tlley lllay have moved to tllat lovely tree in the corner of the garden, and tlley are happy. Then, tllere are the insects. In the ground tlley find their ideal ll0!lll'- and we lllust not forget the frequent and llnwelconle visitor. the mouse. After all, once they're settled, what care tlley tllilt the tenant has to pay a montllly slllll to that grollchy-looking agent? I wonder would Mr. So and So lllind paying so much if he knew the shelter and happiness he gives to so many forgotten friends, for, even if tlley don't pay in molley, tlley are the ones wllo II12lliC life worth living witll tlleir IIlCI'l'y chatter. Helen Hay Page Twenty-two

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YE OLD MELODRAMA, ENTITLED How CHALK llUs'r SAVED 'rum EARTHU Il'iIh rzpolrngics to the author of Sadie flu' Sewing fllfltdliill' Gfrln Scene: Mountain Laboratory of Professor P'l'-cn, on the night of August 123, 1897. Professor is reading a book by a pale green l5gfght, when clock in the distance strikes ten p. ni. Enter llr. Ambrose. Pro. Qllloqu'-ntlyj: Ah, I sec you are on time, lloetor. It certainly does one good to see someone punctual around here when all these peons are so lazy. Doc.: I am glad to be of service to you professor. lint I aiu mystitied by that letter you sent me. What did you mean when you said, Come up to my laboratory if you wish to see some wholesale destruction. What did you mean by that? Pro.: Listen carefully and don't interrupt me. I h'iven't much time left to accomplish my plan. Doc.: Plan? What plan? Pro.: To destroy the world! Ha! Ha! Yes, lloctor, my great ambition is to be real- ized tonight. liver since they have forced me to live here in Mexico, an outcast to the world, I have waited for this sweet moment when I can lnake them feel as I have felt. And all because I experimented with a few living persons. I tell you they would not have amounted to much! I picked them up in the slums of Chicago and made exhaustive tests of their brains. They registered al- most zero and it was an act of kindness to exterminate them. But the silly authorities eouldn't see it that way. so I had to escape down here. lint tonight I'll show them. I'll show them! When I pull down thc switch that turns on the current they won't know wh:1t's hit them. 'I'hey'll scurry around and try to get away from the awful heat-but they won't be able to. I'll have them in my power! lla! Ha! Clloctor rushes over to him.j Doc.: Heavens, Professor, you must be crazy! VVhat's the matter with you anyway? llere, sit down and rest yourself. Come on now be a good fellow sit down. Let me give you a needle of morphine in the arm and you'll feel better. Pro.: Now, Doctor, there's no use in your trying to calm me down with any of your silly drugs. I'm not insane, as you think, and I know what I'm doing. Sit down and don't interrupt me. I've got only 13 minutes to tell you the story, before the moon will be in the right position for the experiment. Doc. fliewilderedj: The Moon? P1'o.: Yes the Moon. Listen! You know that carbon is one of the most abundant ma- terials cn the earth's surface. Think of all the forests on the earth, all the coal beds and all the petroleum fields and you will get an idea how much carbon there is. Now then, I have here a machine, which I have per- fected, that will liqnify carbon at a temper- ature of 111300 degrees Centrigrade. Then by means of V Rays. which I have also dis- covered, the carbon is held suspended on the top of the rest of the solution. Then when this carbon is suddenly cooled a solid sub- stance is formed which is known in the com- mercial world as- Doc.: As a diamond. Yes, I understand it all Professor. It's a diabolical scheme, and if your machine works you will have made the whole world one solid uncut dia- mond. But why aren't you content by mak- ing a few and then sell them at a great price? Pro.: I don't want money, Ambrose, I want to see the world destroyed! QCrashes hand down on desk.j Look! There are only live minutes left. I'll prove that my ma- chine does work. I have here on this table a small working model of the large one you saw outside on the top of the mountain. See, I will take a handful of dirt and put it in this container. Then by turning on the cur- rent, as you see, the dirt is raised in 14- seconds to 41300 degrees.-Now see what happens when I turn on the V Rays-See the layer of dark substance on the top? That's the melted carbon.-Now notice that I take this large can of water and throw it on the carbon. Look out! That steam will give you a bad burn. At the moment the steam is given off enough pressure is formed to make a nice sized diamond-Here let me lake it out of the box and you can keep it. It won't be worth much in a few minutes, though, because the whole earth will be the same. Doc. fllramaticallyjz You can't do such a thing! Think of the destruction it will cause. Why all your relations, all the wo- Page '1'wenty-four